Chapter 185: Unrestrained. (Part 2)
Solange’s choice of tonalities in her undergarments is not a simple coincidence, it is her way of expressing to Khallyon that he possesses her completely.
"Look at you, What a Naughty, Naughty Aunty"; Khallyon’s comment makes the Old Damsel to moan, she adores to hear him calling her Aunty, the rest of the phrase content, is irrelevant for her.
Right at that moment, the Rogue Cadet moves swiftly and fastly his left hand, taking away Solange’s breath as he grasps roughly the fragile and slender neck of the Old Damsel that will become truly a Woman when he claims her, finally making her, "His Woman".
"Naughty, Naughty Aunty..."; Say Khallyon with a low and slow intonation, lifting the chin of his Aunt Solange with his index finger as he moves one of his thumbs to hover above the puffy kissable lips the Damsel has on her flushed and exited mature face.
Tentation takes a hold on Solange, extending her lips to try and give a short peck to the Rogue Cadet’s thumb.
Khallyon allows the neediness of his beautiful Aunt, pressing his digit on the pillow like flesh of the Old Damsel’s mouth.
The tenderness of both is a real dissonance in comparison to the tight hold the Young Man has over the Gilf’s throat, forcing her to have a slower and longer series of inhalations and exhalations.
The peck, becomes a shy kiss, then another, and one more, the Old Damsel is letting her instincts guide every move she is performing, including parting her lips, sending her tongue to taste the flavor of Khallyon’s skin.
Then the Rogue Cadet push his thumb, shoving the playful tongue of his Aunt back into the wet cavity, obviously, said digit is tagging along the motion, inviting himself to the warm mouth of Solange.